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Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders

Ryde or die, Volume 2

Tugboats, ehh, it's over

It's the second time around, motherfucker, yes

Volume 2, Ryde or die, biatch

Gangsta, nigga an' we gon' rock this motherfucker, you dig me?

We the square root of the motherfuckin' streets!

Double R, you cocksuckin' sons of bitches, yeah

State yo' name, gangsta, Big Snoop Dogg

Where you representin? West coast

You gon' hold it down? Please believe it, nigga

Enough said then nigga, hold up, biatch

Mmm, let's make this official

Shine yo' boots an' load yo' pistols, pull out yo best credentials

'Cause this'll be the official for the ficticial

Doggy Dogg an' Big Swizz'll, nigga, blow the whistle

Smokin' on some bomb-beeda secondhand smoke

Will getcha, hitcha an' make you all get the picture

Dig this, when was the last time you seen me

Posted up, West coasted up an' sippin' on some Remi?

Believe me, it ain't easy been Deezy

Wit these jealous rap niggaz an' these punk ass breezies

Man, I couldn't remember what they told me

When I first came in the game but things done changed

Call it what you wanna, keep the heat up on it

East, Long Beach, California, spinnin' like a 'Tona

Bangin' on the corner, hot like a sauna

So you best to back up off me or I kick this straight up on ya

State yo' name yungsta, Yung Wun

Where you representin'? ATL, shawty

You gon' hold it down? Damn right

Well 'nuff said then, ease up, nigga

Shorty pop a lot, actin' like you got a lot

Wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got

Comin' to my city wit all that hot shit an' his fake ass click

I'ma put somethin' in him an' bust his wig

I'm on some thugged out shit

You better be strapped, boy, how you love that, boy? Act, boy

I'ma break yo back, boy, wit a bat, boy, where you at, boy?

Hold up I'm cold hearted, damn right I get retarded

I'm a yung 'un an' down here, bitch, I'm the hardest

You can hoot, hide an' talk that shit

I'ma stay low, keep it real an' sho' to come up

But when I bite you gon' feel that there, it's real down here

Watch your mouth, boy, you might get killed down here

I'm a 'Ryde or die' nigga, put somethin' in your eye, nigga

Get beside yourself, it's bye bye, nigga

When it come to glock cockin' an' drop poppin'

I'm the first to hit the block

an'' go to war wit the cops, fuck, nigga

State yo' name gangsta, Scarface

Where you representin'? Motherfuckin' South

You gon' hold it down? You goddamn right

Enough said then, nigga

Heidi hoe, Scarface an' Don, pullin' the strings to your alarm

Bringin' terror wit this Baretta, I clutch in my palm

I'm scarin' motherfuckers straight wit mine

Guerrilla tactics, guranteein' my enemy die

It's a worldwide army alert for all soldiers

Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff or roll over

It's a stick up, so down on yo knees 'cause I'm sicker

Don't disrespect it, you don't disrespect me, nigga

I'm the one these niggaz call on when negotiations are halted

An' the time comes for the beatin' of the bosses

Make 'em an offer that can't refuse

They don't comply, well now I'm 'bout to stank these fools

I guess these niggaz think they can't be moved

Realize they don't scare niggaz like they thank they do

You fuck wit me, I gots to fuck wit you

World War 3, motherfucker, I thought you knew

State yo' name, gangsta, Jadakiss, nigga

Where you representin'? East coast, dawg

You gon' hold it down? Why wouldn't I?

Enough said then, nigga, let's go

If you fuckin' wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' breathe

The only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve

Sonny from 'Bronx Tale,' you can't leave

Get kissed on yo' cheek, then you meant to die

'Cause when the gun start poppin' then my temperature rise

You know my style, 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals

Nine years ago, you was hollerin', shorty wild

Now I'm in the rap game twistin' these honies out

Never left the crack game, still on a money route

I run through the industry lookin' for enemies

Y'all niggaz sound sick an' Jada the remedy

Get shot in yo' eyes an' mouth

Can't see can't talk when you fuckin' wit the heart of New York

An' that's fouler that swallowin' pork

An' to fuck wit the feds dog

You know I push the prowler to court

Toast on my lap, got the East Coast on my back

How many times must I tell you motherfuckers

We ain't industry niggaz

We 'In the streets' niggaz, you motherfuckin' right

Ruff Ryders forever, yeah, bitch, now what?

Ryde or die, you talk it, we live it, East Coast

So Ryde or die, you want it, we give it, West Coast

So Ryde or die, you start it, we end it, dirty South

So Ryde or die, you talk it, we live it, Midwest

So Ryde or die, you want it, we give it, Ruff Ryders

So Ryde or die, you start it, we end it, biatch

Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders